i'msorry.

Me: Okay well. Maybe if I go to sleep super duper early, I’ll get a decent amount of sleep.

Me: Okay well. Maybe now I can get some stuff done.

And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!” 

The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?” 

The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.” 

And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”

“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”